Soft voices from birds creating melody
in a peaceful sunny afternoon. Wind touching
your face as your hair slowly dancing freely
with it. The air is fresh like it was six in
the morning. You see kids laughing and
chasing each other. Now you are remembering
the old times and good old friends as you
continue to walk. People looking at you with
their pretty smiles and you smile back which
makes you smile deep inside. Everything looks
so happy like sadness doesn't mean a thing.
It feels wonderful, genuine, and light. You are
happy that you are alive. The feeling seems
so familiar. Then you woke up and realize you
just had the best afternoon spent in a
dream. You wish it was real.
You wish it was real.